The Pensioner

Plank

Another beautiful day and for once I was productive. The hole is a thing of the past (it was hanging over me that lift-in day is 100 years to the day that Titanic sank). And so much else done; I even ended up giving the boat a bit of a polish. And chatted to Jimmie and looked over his varnish job (above).
And a huge weight has been lifted this evening - I was aware that I'd lost my Lumix on Saturday. I've been searching, re-tracing my steps, all to no avail. My footsteps grew heavier and heavier. Tonight I found it in my man-bag where it always is. What a knob. And maw came for tea; oh dear, she's easily confused, but is aware of that, and just laughs at her inabilities. Right, where's that camera again?